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Yeah.. BIG was a very good rapper.
As for Tupac, he was good also.. but he wrote alot of songs, hes one of those artists that always was writing. Why do you think he still has cds coming out right now? BIG made what he had to made, and what he made was always tight. You can't give me one song that that biggie didn't spit on if you do, please tell me the song. Mostly all the songs biggie made he made a story on. Man.. he was so good.. Another good song is "Warning" by Biggie. In this song, he gets a page (from his pager) at 5:46am from one of his friends at the Barbershop.. his friend Pop from the Barbershop was at a gambling spot, and then told biggie that he heard some kids trying to plot on him.. some boyz he k####ack, that he used to roll dice with, smoke blunts and got nice wit. Biggie then says that they are his boys, and they wouldn't this disrespect him like that. But then his friends say not them, some other fellas. Biggie says thanks for the warning, and then he says, "you got the MAC, whatcha want do" ?? There were trying to plot on biggie and kill him because he had gotten big in the game. He is still spitting rhymes as these things occur... At the end of the song, he stops rapping because he hear someone coming.. and then the people that are plotting on him starts talking, waiting for they other friend to come on. As they wait, they keep talking, then one sees a red dot on his friend hear and say, "you have a red dot on you" and then his friend says, "you have a red dot on you too", then, all you hear is gun shots. Biggie and his friend (Pop) has killed them. You really have to hear the song for yourself.. and trust me, you'll be like, "wow.. this is kind of nice" :biggrin: I love rap stories.. they're cool :biggrin: Edited By Bob~Marley4004 on 1116544897 |
I thought i was cooler :(
Anyways............. Have you Heard Warning its awesome song...... Here is the lyrics Who the flip is this? pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye see who's this pagin me and why.. It's my man Pop from the barbershop told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot some people wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour slow down love please chill drop the caper remember them kidz from the hill up in Brownsville that you rolled dice wit smoked the blunts and got nice wit yeah my little Fame up in Prospect nah dem my people nah love wouldn't disrespect I didn't say dem, you school be bout some niggas that you knew from back when, when you was clockin minor figures Now they heard you blowin up like nitro know they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow.. so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you you got the mac Biggie tell me what you wanna do... [CHORUS] Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers [VERSE 2] They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus wit the Texas license plate outta state they heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down they even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida the fifth corridor.... Call the coroner there's gonna be alot of slow singin and flower bringin if my burgular alarm starts ringin whatcha think all the guns is for? all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door and I feed em gun powder so they can devour the criminals tryin to clock my decimals DAMN..niggas wanna stick my for my C.R.E.A.M. and the inner dream things aint always how it seems it's the ones that smoke blunts witcha see your picture, now they wanna grab they guns and come and getcha Bethca Biggie won't slip I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip so I can rip through the ligaments put they bodies in a bad prediciment where all the foul niggas went Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta Buck with what I had you with you motherflipers betta duck I leave stains on blood of what remains Had to jack-it, he had a gun he should've packed it Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole I flip around and get hardcore see 4 to ya door no beef no more feel the rush scandalous The more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous I dont give a flip about you or your weak crew What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you Start runnin, homie I bust my gun in Hold on I hear somebody comin........ |
Didn't I just mention that song?? :biggrin:
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Actually B.I.G. notorious could freestyle longier than tupac.....it was proven..lol...not saying he was better,but umm..lol
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Tupac's lyrics were hard driven... tha's the most I can say for it. And although he was quite good, Biggie's flows were a lot sweeter to listen to. They sorta had some flavor in them.
"And every cutey with a booty wants a guuci... now who's the real dookie... " Quite interesting :biggrin: |
[quote:post_uid0="dominicankid098"]There is no "men" in sfo. There are boys, some over the age of 18, yet still boys. No one here is grown up enough to consider themselves "men". I am 18 and I still say I am a kid. If anyone here were to think of themself like that, then their lives must be boring.[/quote]
I agree also..seeing how I'm also 18. (-_-) Well biggie smalls...use to freestyle on corners... They actually had some of his childhood tapped.. He'd lyrically step on people that walk by his stoop.. :O Tupac was a poet...with a thug life style in a cross balance... While as biggie smalls was a fat kid who got picked on and realized he had the flow. and formulated very good retorts in a rhyming scheme... :blues: Edited By SBYRD5 on 1116587754 |
You know, that's actually very close to the truth right there... Lol
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[quote:post_uid0="SBYRD5"][quote:post_uid0="dominicankid098"]There is no "men" in sfo. There are boys, some over the age of 18, yet still boys. No one here is grown up enough to consider themselves "men". I am 18 and I still say I am a kid. If anyone here were to think of themself like that, then their lives must be boring.[/quote]
I agree also..seeing how I'm also 18. (-_-) Well biggie smalls...use to freestyle on corners... They actually had some of his childhood tapped.. He'd lyrically step on people that walk by his stoop.. :O Tupac was a poet...with a thug life style in a cross balance... While as biggie smalls was a fat kid who got picked on and realized he had the flow. and formulated very good retorts in a rhyming scheme... :blues:[/quote] I heard a similar story before. Don't remember how it fully went. But it was close to that SBYRD said. |
[quote:post_uid0="blanka09"]Because it'll take an idiotic mind to miss the whole point of ur "Men..." quote. And don't worry, you don't have to beat the subject matter anymore. My point is clear and made... and the irony of the question has been answered in full. There wasn't anything inspirational made... and you can rest easy that we're not hounds.
And SSJKarma, she can't call the cops, cause she was cheating on her husband. Even if the guy was taken to court, he'll reveal everything to everyone... and I'm sure she wouldn't have wanted that :biggrin:[/quote] you win. men always win.. i thou the story was funny i thou the character's action was inspirationally in a sense that is new and fresh...that's all...so that's y i say that. i was talking about the story the whole time. i don't know y you have to take it so personally. now i ll be a lady and not talk about this anymore. Edited By hotsexi_chic on 1116616250 |
What is this "men" thing you keep bringing up? Wow. You never stop.
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It's when she read the topic and said "Men" ... that's what pissed me off... but I guess the air should be clear now; I think :biggrin:
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[quote:post_uid0="blanka09"]You know, that's actually very close to the truth right there... Lol[/quote]
It is the truth.. Biggie smalls grew up in a chirstian private school he was cross eyed and always made fun of because of it..ither that or his size... He started dealing in his hood and soon realized........he had some talent in the streets... He then realized being fearless and to never fold is the way to live. To believe he was brought up to be one thing...and yet his community influenced him to be B.I.G. If he was born in the country..we wouldn't have his albums today. He never stopped dealing....EVER. He kept dealing even when he made nice cake as a rappier. He stopped briefily..... After he got lil kim pregnant and P.diddy at the time known as puffy combs requested him to stop. Biggie didn't want lilkim to have his child and she didn't feel it was the right time in her career....so birth control she went.....in many interviews she says she regrets that now... As she views Faith Evans with biggie Jr....and his promise for greatness... Quote:
PS=sexychic..is having it rough man...=/....I suppose the focus of your topic being semi-sex depressed her?....after her recent ordeal..I suppose....... Edited By SBYRD5 on 1116621894 |
Read my pm again. Besides, the real theme is in Biggie's talents... and not sex; or... semi-sex.
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wow someone actually says something about him... :sarcasm:
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ok can someone summarize these whole 6 pages for me? cause i dont wanna read it an i missed a day of this. so in case i put something already puttin, i dont wanna feel stupid...
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[quote:post_uid0="blanka09"]Read my pm again. Besides, the real theme is in Biggie's talents... and not sex; or... semi-sex.[/quote]
Yo tupacwestsider..this tupac is about how leet Biggie was. How he had the flow.... And a song Blanka09 heard as he went and came from Mcdonalds.. 'which explained he did more than make sandwitches in bed with that chick..lol.... LOL blanka09 thought he was making sandwitches(joking) |
Mcdonalds.............. lol.....
Ok I have another Song From the ''Ready to Die'' Album This song is called ''Juicy'' (flip all you hoes) Get a grip motherfliper. Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh Verse One: It was all a dream I used to read Word Up magazine Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin' pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip hop would take it this far Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky I'm blowin' up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number same hood It's all good Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, homie, uh Chorus: You know very well who you are Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars You had a goal, but not that many 'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty Verse Two: I made the change from a common thief To up close and personal with Robin Leach And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way The Moet and Alize keep me pissy Girls used to diss me Now they write letters 'cause they miss me I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff I was too used to packin' gats and stuff Now honies play me close like butter played toast From the Mississippi down to the east coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Livin' life without fear Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood And it's still all good Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, homie Verse Three: Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this 50 inch screen, money green leather sofa Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur Phone bill about two G's flat No need to worry, my accountant handles that And my whole crew is loungin' Celebratin' every day, no more public housin' Thinkin' back on my one-room shack Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back And she loves to show me off, of course Smiles every time my face is up in The Source We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay Uh, damn right I like the life I live 'Cause I went from negative to positive And it's all... (It's all good) ...and if you don't know, now you know, homie, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, homie Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, homie, uh Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight Edited By J-Kw |
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Ya know you guys, you guys are talking toooo much about this i dont even feel like reading it. But if its about Biggie the rapper, 2Pacs better. Accually F. 2Pac Bizzy Bone is better. Even though Bizzy Bones losing it now he gon crazy but still hes my fav ! Heres the bizzy bone interview on the radio were hes going crazy i have no idea what the hell hes talking about but its freaking funny as hell. Interview
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This is another Track of the ''Ready to Die'' album
This Song is called ''Unbelieveable'' I dont really like the song... But the Tracks hot Verse One: Live from Bedford-Stuyverson, the livest one Representin BK to the fullest Gats I pull it, bastards duckin when Big be buckin Chickenheads be cluckin in my bathroom flipin It ain't nuttin, they knowbig be handlin with the mac in the Ac' door paneling Bandaging MC's, oxygen they can't breathe Mad tricks up the sleeve, red boxers so my #### can breathe Breeze through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high And those that rushes my cluthes get put on crutches Get smoked like dutches from the master Hate to blast ya, but I have ta, you see I smoke a lot Your life is played out like Kwame, and them flipin polka dots Who rock the spot? Biggie! You know how the weed yo, unbelievable Verse Two: B-I-G, G-I-E, AKA, B.I.G. Get it? Biggie Also known as the bon appetit Rappers can't sleep need sleepin Big keep creepin Bulelts heat-seekin, casualties need treatin Dumb rappers need teachin Lesson A - don't flip with B-I, that's that, oh I, thought he was wack Oh come come now, why y'all so dumb now Hunt me or be hunted, three hundred and fifty-seven ways To summer sautee, I'm the winner all day Lights get dimmer down Biggie's hallway My forte causes caucausians to say He sounds demented, car-weed scented If I said it, I meant it Bite my tongue for no-one Call me evil, or unbelievable Verse Three: Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus Coupe's Leave no witnesses, what you think this is Ain't no amateurs here, I damage and tear MC's fear me, they too near not to hear me Clearly, I'm the triple beam dream One thousand grams of uncut to the gut It seems fliped up, the way I touched up the grill Tryin to play gorilla, when you ain't no killer The gat's by your liver, your upper lip quiver Get ready to die, tell God I said hi And throw down some ice, for the nicest MC Niggaz know the steelo, unbelievable |
howbout somethin better. jus pick out songs and put them on one website instead of puttin so many
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